Sometimes, Rush gets frustrated at how expressionless David seems at times.
If something happens, especially within his court, he is overwhelmingly impassive. If something blows up outside, there is not a change in his expression. If Rush kisses him, he is still so dispassionate. Not to say that the Marquis is always like this, but as his new partner, Rush finds that it's getting a little too habitual of the man.
And, of course, the Sykes is planning to do something about it.
He experiments at first; he tells small jokes in front of David, tries to get him to laugh in any manner yet there is still not a trace of a smile. The only way he shows amusement now, is through those beautiful eyes of his but for Rush, it isn't enough. He tries to tickle the Marquis, and it ends up with David taking his hands and placing them gently to his side. Heck, even Blocter tries to make such an expression twitch by any sort of prank or joke available, but there is still not even a flicker.
And so, Rush takes a few days to just think about it.
They are not under stress or anything. There is no need for any type of neither duress nor front for Athlum is independent now, able to stand on her own and that should be enough for David to smile more now, right? Although, he supposes he cannot discount how many more responsibilities happens upon them now because of that, but Torgal assures him that everything is running smoothly, that everything is as it should. And while the threat of the Conqueror is not to be taken lightly, Rush has seen far more depressing situations and yet still David's expression moves.
The Marquis is like a puzzle piece. Rush doesn't really like puzzles.
The only way, really, to solve this one—as he has with all others in the past—is to merely bulldoze through it all. Yet, perhaps it is not so simple, for David is not someone you can just bowl over. He is intricate and he is to be handled delicately.
Although, not as delicately as Rush plans now.
He decides to experiment.
He buys a small visistone recorder. A super mini one, because he doesn't want his recordings to be fancy nor huge. No, they're to be short and quick because Rush won't be taking too long on each suggestion he makes to himself.
Firstly, he pinches David.
It starts at the nose, then the mouth, then the hips and stomach and arms and there is a response, though only of faint amusement. Nevertheless, Rush pursues and starts biting him as well, everywhere and anywhere and David, giving up questioning his partner, settles for taking it without a seeming care in the world.
It is when his mouth nears the Marquis' neck that the other seems to respond in a favourable way.
A short moan, a slight arch of David's spine; his eyes close, but that is not enough. Not yet. Rush wants more and he retreats, eyeing the Marquis' impassive expression and makes sure to note the very fleeting dazed expression he's sure to have seen.
Secondly, he starts creating a large mess.
He tears off the covers of their bed, throws it on the ground in a haphazard pile and starts even throwing feathers around, ingredients for soup and even monster components. As he does this, Rush is having a little too much fun but he doesn't relent, not yet. He wants to see David's expression, and when the Marquis finally comes in-!
"Rush." His tone is still as impassive as ever, but there is the slightest hint of annoyance underlying the words. The Sykes looks up in hope, but those tan features are as immovable as stone. "Clean this up, please." He leaves.
Alright. Rush concludes; now pouting and sitting upon the bed, he crosses his legs and thinks. Not as fruitful as the first plan, but I think I'm getting somewhere…
The third plan is a mix of the first and second attempts.
He makes sure that the Marquis is free—or somewhat free, at least; he isn't disinclined to steal David from his work when necessary—and forcibly tugs him on his shoulder and starts carting him off to bed. There is surprise laced in David's tone when he protests, but he doesn't wriggle too much. That's a clear a go as anything.
Haphazardly throwing the Marquis onto the bed, Rush follows suit immediately, brows knitted in an intensely concentrated fashion. Eyes narrowed now, David doesn't question his partner, and merely watches.
For some reason, this infuriates Rush.
Shifting so that one knee is in-between David's own, so that he is straddling his left leg, he leans forward, hands supporting his weight as he leans over the Marquis. "Say something." He demands, and when David doesn't do anything, a low grunt emits from his chest and he continues. "C'mon, Dave. Any reaction. Anything you can throw at me." When he receives silence, the Sykes rolls his eyes for he is not oblivious. He sees that mischievous spark in the other's eyes and he exhales slowly, shifting so that he now lies fully on top of David, hips resting against the Marquis' own and their legs are tangled. Arms lifting him just above David's face, dark hues narrow upon the handsome features.
"Alright." He breathes out slowly, attempting to calm himself down. He can see the challenge there upon David's face, something unspoken and he'd be damned if he were beaten by the Marquis at his own game. "Alright. We'll do it your way." There is not even a ghost of a triumphant grin upon the other's face, but he'll make sure there will be something there after this is all over.
And so, Rush decides to start.
Lips descend first upon the hollow of a smooth neck and he's kissing slowly and sensually, pressing down deeply and with the intent to tease. There is a low breath expelled from the Marquis, and Rush keeps on going. His mouth descends haphazardly, without any clear direction and he does this for some time, tastes and feels the smoothness of David's flesh, the familiarity of it and he gives a light, guttural moan, an appetizer for the other to feast on and he can tell he does, for there is a quickening pace in those lungs, and as he leans back slightly, he can see out of the corner of his eye those lips parting in a silent plea.
Oh, but he doesn't stop there. Positioning himself with his arms, his hips are a heavy weight upon the other's own midsection. Already, he feels heat be a constant visitor to that region and ever so slowly does he start to shift; his torso and legs are kept still but his hips move, grinding ever so gently against the Marquis and by the answering arch of his back, Rush can tell he's getting somewhere.
He raises his hands now, if only to interlace them both with David's own ones and as he initiates a tight grip, he feels a responding squeeze. And even as he's gyrating against the other male, he picks up after the short pause with his mouth, lips finding homage upon the crook of the Marquis' neck and he's initiating a light suction there, saliva quite messy in its distribution and there's a groan of annoyance from David but, really, he should be used to it by now. Rush is messy both in life and in bed but even so, he does not cease his actions. His tongue darts out, tasting him before teeth descend and they graze gently across the skin and Rush starts to nibble at the flesh, now really not caring how much saliva he gets everywhere.
As if David can complain, really. With how much Rush is softening him up, he expects some kind of reaction soon and he's eager to bring it as quickly as possible. For now, he decides to kick his gyrations up a notch. Shifting hips become a little faster, rocking harder against David and there—oh there Rush can feel it through the other's body, this beautiful person arching under him, a sharp gasp escaping those delectable lips and Rush wants more. He feels those coarse digits tighten inexplicably around his own, and he only licks a hot trail from the bottom of David's neck to the back of his ear in response, pausing very briefly to graze his teeth at the shell of the Marquis' ear and in response, David turns his head now to the side to allow Rush more room, perhaps almost unconsciously for the Sykes can see those eyes now screwed up in the soft waves of pleasure buffeting him.
"Ru-ush…" The Marquis murmurs, his voice full of desire and Rush cannot exactly deny him. The way David's body is acting under him is incredibly awesome, for lack of a better word and so he pauses in his ministrations, sitting up once more. There is a slight groan of disappointment at the halted motions, but Rush hushes him as he leans down and delivers a chaste kiss. Lingering there, this action is both for leisure and to stall for this is the tricky part.
Always, always Rush has some sort of trouble with David's clothing. There are far too many garments and buttons and chains and it's like a puzzle in and of itself. He remembers the first time they had lain together—or rather hadn't because Rush had managed to take far too long on undressing David the buzz was ultimately killed. The second time, one of the chains on his shirt had managed to somehow catch themselves in Rush's pubic hair and they spent the rest of the night picking them all from the uniform after finally deciding to just cut the knot away.
The third time—now there, Rush refuses to even think about.
He counts himself lucky when he's able to undress David properly, for Emmy had been laughing when she'd caught them in the middle of doing it—or rather, attempting to do it and Rush feels a sudden paranoia that the doors aren't quite as locked as he'd thought. Pausing while in the midst of ushering David's undershirt off, he gets up. "Can you just—finish that?" He asks. David stares, almost incredulously before slowly finishing the job as Rush gets up from the bed and admittedly walks very awkwardly to the door. He'd gotten hard during their foreplay, and the tightness of his current garments certainly doesn't help matters when it hurts every time the cloth brushes painfully against his length.
Now hopping to the door, he can hear David chuckling to himself—more than likely already done with his own clothes—and he shoots a dirty look back at him. He almost wishes he hadn't because of… well, let's just say that the blond had taken the liberty to pose in a rather tempting way, a way that doesn't really leave much to the imagination of what David is currently thinking right now and he inches to the door with a renewed vigour.
And he almost gets a heart attack when it opens before he can even touch it.
"My Lord, the Duke of Qubine wishes to—"
Oh, fuck.
A certain Sovani head peeks into the room and there is not a piece of gold in the world for the reaction that is dredged out of Torgal.
David is mortified, judging by the sounds of blankets and the incredulous yell of "Torgal!" The Sovani himself is more than a little shell-shocked and just as mortified. And Rush?
Laughter erupts from his lips and he's gasping and shaking and just cackling to himself, Torgal's face imprinted indelibly upon his retina and he cannot stop heaving for the life of him; tears brim his eyes and his knees are trembling and he relents quite easily, collapsing to the ground in many fits of laughter. Out of the corner of his eye, Torgal slowly backs out of the room and he imagines the Sovani to be quite scarred by the image of his Lord naked and in a 'take me' position.
Just when Rush thinks he's calmed down, he starts to straighten up, fingers wiping at the corners of his eyes. He glances once at David, and breaks down laughing again.
"Oh, jeez, your faces. Your faces!" Rush howls and subsequently rolls around, incredibly, vastly, and endlessly amused by this entire situation. Along with Torgal's features, David's too imprints on his mind and, oh, he has won. He's won because that face David cannot possibly compose, not in a million years.
Maybe he doesn't have to thoroughly touch David to break those impassive features.
Still chuckling to himself, Rush sits up once more. A cock of his head, and his suggestion flows freely. "Haha, I should leave the door unlocked more often."
He immediately gets a pillow to the face.